I climbed the stairs slowly, carrying a big suitcase, my father following with two more. By the time I got to the third floor, I was tired and at the same time feeling lonely. What is w, Dad missed a step and fell, sending my new suitcases rolling  the stairs." Damn!" he screamed, his face turning red. I knew twas ahead. Whenever Dad's face turns red, look out.

    How could I ever (使) him to finish unloading the car without screaming at me and making a scene in front of the other girls, girls l would have to spend the rest of the year with? Doors were opening and faces peering out(探出), as Dad walked with ／'difikəlti／close behind. I felt it in my bones that my college life was getting off to a bad start.

   "Find the room, quickly," I ／θɔ:t／. "Get him into a chair and calmed down." But then again, would there be a chair in Room316? Or would it be an empty room?

    Finally I turned the key the lock and pushed the door open, with Dad still complaining(抱怨) about a hurting (膝盖) or something. I put my head in, expecting the worst. But to my surprise, the room wasn't empty at all! It had (家具) , curtains, a TV, and seven paintings on the wails.

    And there on a well-made bed sat Amy, my new roommate, dressed neatly. Gme with a nod, she said in a soft voice," Hi, you must be Cori." Then, she turned down the music and looked over at Dad," And of course, you're Mr. Faber," she said smiling." Would you like a glass of iced tea?" Dad's face turned decidedly less red before he could bring out a "yes."

    I knew then that Amy and I would be friends and my first year of college would be a success.